Gong Yu always remembers the scene when the door to the other world was first opened.

It spread out like wings behind her, like a cut corner of the Milky Way, and she locked herself in the airtight stone room, her back naked, kneeling under the door of the starry sky, her body trembling irrepressibly.

Streams of light shone onto her from behind the door, wrapping her body tightly and wrapping her all the way around her, wrapping her in a glorious cocoon.

Then she slept in the cocoon, and when the cocoon cracked, she reopened her eyes and was under another sky.

When Gong Yu traveled through the Otherworldly Gate for the first time, she was both happy and afraid, although she had clearly known about the existence of another world earlier, but when she actually arrived here and saw these unpolluted green mountains and green waters, her mood was completely different.

However, the process of crossing the gate of the other world is completely passive, like waking up from a big dream, and it is also like being reborn after death.

She didn't like it.

So before each crossing, she would bathe and change clothes, lock the doors and windows, hide in an unoccupied room, and do it all alone.

But tonight on Wudang Mountain, Ji Luoyang, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared mysteriously and forcibly opened the door with the ability of the key.

Gong Yu stood under the door.

The silk threads of starlight had been wrapped around her white robe, and the blood seemed to have congealed in her body, and she couldn't do anything at this moment, but she could only watch as the ghost prison thorn rose into the sky, emitting a red-black sharp light.

This is the end of the world.

The huge red cloud skull showed a weird smile in the sky, Si Duxue stood under the skull, the black robe was rolling, the smile was charming, the skull and the goddess reflected each other, tearing out a strange and supernatural feeling, and beauty burst out of the weird, incomprehensible.

Ji Luoyang stood beside her, and his eyes were full of decisive killing intent.

The assassination of Lin Shouxi was two years ago, it was his lifelong shame, after leaving the Wu family, he was afraid of Lin Shouxi and Xiao He's pursuit, and he never dared to really show his face, and he tossed and turned like a wild dog.

He has an amazing talent, but it will take at least a few decades to reach the level of the pinnacle of that world.

How are these decades going to be spent?

What frustrated him the most was that in the past two years, he had prayed to the gods he believed in countless times, only to receive sporadic responses. The gods had brought him into the world, but they had abandoned him, as if he were to fend for himself.

Ji Luoyang couldn't understand.

In his most confused moment, the goddess found him......

He never imagined that he would one day be able to confront the Daomen Master and have the key power to kill her.

Now, this majestic and beautiful fairy is really imprisoned on Wudang Mountain like this, and his life is in danger!

"Lord of the Gate, you are so beautiful." Si Duxue looked at her gently, revealing a little admiration, she straightened her red hair, and said, "I envy you for such beauty, you are not the flower of kaolin, but more like the snow of kaolin, you are so pure and clean...... You have heard that you have said a saying before, you said that all the priests of the sin precepts are sick. ”

"You're right, we're all patients." Si Duxue paused and continued: "But this world is born with disease, only in this way can we extend our roots to the earth and draw nutrients from this sick soil, a perfect person like you will not be accommodated by heaven and earth, even if I don't make a move, sooner or later it will be destroyed by heaven and earth." ”

Si Duxue's fluttering words flew under the red clouds, slender and easy to break, but it seemed to be saying that the flowers bloom and the tide rises and falls, she lowered her eyes, her expression was lonely, and her hands were still combing her crimson hair, but the wind kept blowing, and she couldn't straighten her long hair.

Red clouds press down on the mountain.

Gong Yu didn't bother to think about Si Duxue's dreamy words.

She closed her eyes, and the pill turned, confronting the restraints of the otherworldly gate, but the door had melted into her body, becoming part of her limbs, and when it opened, her body had to make way for it.

Is this going to be the way you die......

Gong Yu is unacceptable.

It's like reading a person's biography, seeing that the already legendary life is about to open a more magnificent chapter, everything comes to an abrupt end, and the absurdity and bizarre reveal the sadness of the despair of the people.

Yes, there are countless people in the world who, before they die, can clearly state the reasons why they must not die.

But the world is never without anyone.

To heaven and earth, she is not important.

The Hellish Thorn has become a trend.

In that world, it was only worthy of being sealed at the top of the Evil Springs prison, imprisoned in chains until it was spiritually exhausted, but here it became the true king of Yama, who ruled over life and death.

"I am the one who has fulfilled you." Si Duxue said to the Ghost Prison Thorn.

Then she closed her eyes and prayed.

"Farewell, Lord of the Gate."

Quick on the trigger.

The ghost prison thorn came into the air and stabbed Gong Yu in the chest.

Everything seems to have slowed down.

Ji Luoyang watched this scene intently, even if he personally participated in this plan, even if it was at this moment, he still didn't believe that the Daomen Sect Master would die, he knew that this was also a disease, he was too much of a believer in the strongest, in the past long years, the identity of the Daomen Sect Master symbolized invincibility, let alone being killed.

If today, the Dao Sect Master dies in front of him, then he will break through this disease and enter a higher Dao realm.

The world seems to freeze in this moment.

But this solidification is only an illusion when death comes, the red clouds are still flowing, the red hair is still fluttering, the ghost prison thorns are falling from the sky, and the terrifying cold light envelops Wudang.

Then.

On Wudang Mountain, a piercing voice suddenly sounded, and at first he thought it was a mountain ghost crying at night, and then he reacted, this is a human voice.

The boy's long whistle.

Ji Luoyang turned his head sideways, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

On the road leading to the top of Wudang Mountain, a snow-white figure pressed in a decisive posture like a volcanic eruption, enlarged, magnified, and magnified in his pupils!

"Lin Shouxi?"

At a hurried glance, Ji Luoyang quickly recognized him, and while he was shocked, he couldn't help but wonder: "What's the matter?" Can't so many people stop him?! ”

Si Duxue was equally confused.

She not only sent her disciples to stop it, but also coerced the heads of the major sects to block it on the mountain road, it stands to reason that with their ability, it is a blessing not to die in the siege of the disciples, how can they have the spare strength to break through the encirclement and kill in front of her?

It's too late to think about it.

"Stop him." Si Duxue said that she wanted to control the thorns, and it was inconvenient to do it.

There was no need for Si Duxue to give an order, Ji Luoyang had already made a move.

He used his true qi and crashed into the figure that came at a galloping speed.

Bang –

It was as if bones were colliding with bones.

When the breaking sound sounded, Ji Luoyang collided with him three times, the first two times he barely supported, the third time, Ji Luoyang only felt that he was hitting a mountain, his feet were off the ground, and the whole person was lifted up, like a kite with a broken line, it fell directly to dozens of zhang away, and it barely stopped the backward figure after breaking several big trees.

He leaned against the broken log, his vest covered in blood.

I haven't seen each other for two years, and the gap between them has widened!

Ji Luoyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his head with unwillingness and resentment.

Lin Shouxi had already jumped up, sword in both hands, and slashed at the flying Ghost Prison Thorn, trying to cut it off.

Admiring the goddess of admiration, her face was slightly cold, and she had to be distracted, she stretched out a finger and pointed at Lin Shouxi.

"Be careful!" Ji Luoyang shouted.

Of course, this caution was not to remind Lin Shouxi, but to ......

When Si Duxue pointed out, a snow light swept through the shattered dojo, and the speed was no less than that of Lin Shouxi, and the snow light instantly circled the back of Si Duxue's neck, jumped up, and swung his sword to make a decapitation pose!

"Wu Youhe ......"

……

Lin Shouxi and Xiao He came, and they came faster than everyone imagined.

It was the abbot of Buddhism who helped them.

When the head of Huashan and the head of the Diancang faction joined forces to intercept them, the abbot of Buddhism suddenly turned against him, and his left and right fingers hit the backs of the two heads respectively, making them temporarily lose the ability to fight.

"I know you don't like Buddhism, and you don't trust Buddhism, it doesn't matter, the world is big, the answer you want may not be in the Buddhist scriptures, the old master of Guangning Temple is my old friend in my childhood, he told me in the letter, you have great wisdom roots, I want to take care of you more...... Let's go, even if the master of the Daomen Gate is not good in a thousand ways, he is better than a demon girl of unknown origin. ”

After the abbot of Buddhism finished speaking, he sang a Buddha horn.

The six leaders went to three in an instant, and the remaining three also knew that if they made another move, they would definitely be using their mantis arms as a car, so they took the initiative to get out of the way.

Xiao He thought of the old abbot's kind smile, gritted his teeth, and with all his strength, swung his sword out, slashing at the goddess.

……

Lin Shouxi slashed the Ghost Prison Thorn at the same time.

The ghost prison thorn was not big, but Lin Shouxi felt that he had slashed into a wall made of steel, his mouth cracked, his arm was numb, and every muscle trembled at the moment of impact, and it was extremely sore.

His all-out blow didn't stop the Hellspike's flight, but it shifted its angle.

Snort –

In an instant, the sword and the ghost prison thorn staggered, still piercing Gong Yu's body.

But it's not the heart, it's the shoulder.

Blood stained the fairy's white robe.

The moment the Ghost Prison Thorn pierced into her body, her Dao method and ability seemed to be sealed, and along with it, there was also the Gate of the Otherworld. The starlight shattered at this moment, Gong Yu snorted miserably, blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, her body lost its restraints, and the ghost prison thorn was wrapped in the strength of the majesty, flying backwards against her body, crashing into the golden temple behind.

The roaring sound of explosions resounded through Wudang Mountain.

This bronze gilt hall is the most exquisite and magnificent building in Wudang Mountain, symbolizing the thousand-year-old inheritance and the prosperity of Taoism, which has also been destroyed today.

Lin Shouxi rushed into the big hall that exploded, wrapped his solid arms around Gong Yu's waist, pulled her blood-dripping proud body out of the ruins, and held it in his arms, he stared at the shocking wound on Gong Yu's shoulder, trying to pull out the smoky thorn, but the thorn seemed to have taken root in her body, and it couldn't be shaken at all, only pulling out a few painful moans.

"Master, how's it going?" Lin Shouxi didn't dare to act rashly.

"I can't die......" Gong Yu gritted his teeth and said.

At the same time, Xiao He, who had confronted the goddess of admiration, also jumped back and protected them with a sword.

Just now, although her full force blow was intercepted by the admiration goddess, it also replaced her fingers full of blood.

Si Duxue didn't care about the bloody fingers, she smiled and walked slowly in the direction of Xiao He, her petite figure curling Nana, like a poppy with an attractive fragrance in the wind and snow.

Although Gong Yu was not stabbed to the vital point, but the ghost prison thorn was stuck in the shoulder and could not be pulled out, in the face of a strong enemy like Si Duxue, how could Lin Shouxi and Xiao He deal with it?

Two more lives.

But obviously, in the face of a goddess-level opponent, the pair of teenagers and girls still did not show the slightest fear.

"Master."

"Master."

Lin Shouxi straightened up and stood side by side with Xiao He, they held the sword in their hands, their backs leaned together slightly, looked back at Gong Yu, and said in unison: "This time, we will protect you." ”